Dreaming of an effigy,
Dante
always gets to me even in
sleep where I keep my
darkest secrets.
Magnetic pins to ***** my
conscience,
God always wins in
the end.
I see the far side
which looks to be a short
ride
from here.
If there really are Elysian fields
I would like a job in the garden
watching my arteries harden
even as daffodils bloom.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Dreaming of an effigy,
Dante
always gets to me even in
sleep where I keep my
darkest secrets.
Magnetic pins to ***** my
conscience,
God always wins in
the end.
I see the far side
which looks to be a short
ride
from here.
If there really are Elysian fields
I would like a job in the garden
watching my arteries harden
even as daffodils bloom.
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